Carve a Tapestry

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, though I may be slower finding my place
It’s hard finding a place to step between the cracks
Carving a path when there are signs pointing another way

My goals are vague
My morals suspect
My fears are like everyone’s
My ideas are my own

There’s never been a time I felt at ease, though I don’t have those aspirations any longer
It’s tough to be satisfied as you set to expose an approved self
Creating a figure out of so many others’ threads

You’re a tapestry
Your voice rings true
You have a place with me.